The famed warrior sat in silence, legs crossed as his eyes were closed in thought. The wind blew gently and the grass waved against the breeze, and all the while Auron sat with a stoic look on his face. That was, until he heard a small bark come from his side. One eye opened as he glanced over to his side; a small, red and black pup smiling up at him. The warrior stared for a few moments before smiling lightly himself.
"You have as much energy as the boy." Auron said with a light chuckle, reaching out to pet the small beast behind its ears. He was, what they called, a Growlithe, one species of many of what they called Pokemon. Rising to his feet, the pup stood at attention by Auron's leg. "Come along, Growlithe." Auron said, and with a snap of his fingers the canine followed behind him.
Usually Pokemon were kept in small devices called PokeBalls, but this one was loyal. The warrior felt that keeping Growlithe at his side would strengthen the bond the two shared. Small pants could be heard behind him as Auron continued down the trail.
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{Everything not marked drabble should be a paragraph long at least and the drabble prompts should be kept under 1000 words.}
Small, bare feet padded along the cool wood as the small child headed towards the master bedroom, a gleeful grin on her face. Pushing open the door slowly, Belle winced at the loud creeking noise which was created by it.
Chewing her lip, the brunette crossed the room slowly, the door closing quietly behind her. Peeking up onto the bed, she tiled her head as it was empty. Where was her Mama and Papa? Large hands curled around her midsection and she was hauled into the air.
"Joyeux anniversaire, ma beauté!" Her Papa called out joyfully, and a wide grin split Belle's face again; a cry of childlike glee escaping her lips. Her Papa placed her back onto the bed and she swung her legs back and forth. Her Mama came into the room then, carrying a small package, tied with string. She must've been following her. A giggle escaped Belle.
"Bonjour, maman et papa!" The small brunette child sang at them and her Mama sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her. She handed the package to Belle and the child held the package carefully in her chubby, little fingers, pausing for a moment, before eagerly ripping into the paper.
A gasp escaped her lips and she looked at both of her parents, her eyes wide. "Merci beaucoup!" Belle cried and held the battered copy of Le Vilain Petit Canard to her chest, clutching it tightly. She'd always been staring at it in the bookstore whenever her Mama visited the shop owner to discuss... well, adult things.
Her Mama pressed a light kiss to the top of Belle's head and her Papa put his arms around the both of them. "Pourquoi ne lisez-vous pas à nous, Belle?" In response to that, Belle nodded quickly and opened the book carefully.
"Il était une fois, il y avait un petit caneton..."
It was a cold Winter — much colder than what she was used to. Her breath came out in white clouds as she stared ahead, unseeing. The only thing grounding her was the warmth of her Papa’s hand in her much smaller one.
”— Et avec cela, laissez Cieux soyez les bienvenus à cette âme, et laissez-la vivre sur dessus de nous tous." The Priest said a final few words and a sob sounded. It was fairly distant, but the shaking in her chest revealed that it was her who made the noise. "Belle, yous pouvez placer la fleur, cher.”
Hand slipping from her Papa’s, Belle walked forward slowly, trying to not slump forward, as her Mama would not have liked that. Belle’s arm extended and the Lily she had been clutching was thrown into the grave. A shuddered breath came from her lips and she turned, quickly running back to her Papa’s side. Hiding her face in his cloak, she let the first tears fall and the sound of dirt being shoveled entered her ears.
Looking out to the grave, Belle clutched her Papa’s hand again — he was crying too; she could tell by his labored breath — and the stark, black words seemed to etch itself in her memory.
Lilie French 1700 — 1735 mère, enseignante et femme
‘Il n’y a pas une telle chose comme une fin - seulement débuts.’
"No!" Naminé said, her eyes narrowing. The blond boy in front of her was holding a blue creature she had never seen before. It had four legs and a tail, and its tail looked like a mermaid's. Around its head were fins. Obviously, it was an aquatic creature. "We don't have any kind of water source at home besides the bathtubs." The way he was holding it made it look about the same size as him, as he had his arms wrapped under its front paws. How could they--she--take care of such an animal?
"It's okay Mom!" he insisted. "Mist can live on land too!"
Oh no, he'd already named it. "No," she said again, more forcefully this time.
It made a noise at her, flapping its tail. It was as if it were asking her if it could stay.
"See Mom? Mist is smart!" the little boy said.
"We can't keep a creature like that in the house," she said again. "I don't even know what it is, and that's saying something, ----" Her mouth stopped as she tried saying his name, but obviously he had heard it.
"It's a Vaporeon Mom!" he told her, somehow magically knowing what the blue creature was. "And if you won't let me have it, I'm asking Dad!" With that, he ran away, making her shout after him.
Seeing that he wasn't listening to her, she sighed. Hopefully she wouldn't actually have to take care of the thing, because she really didn't have any idea where to put it.
The little white bird tried to break free, tugging on the chains.
They only dragged her farther.
Naminé struggled, gasping as the chains and ropes and all other such bonds pulled her down, causing her chest to become heavy. She scratched at them, trying to balance out their weight, but she was powerless.
She was struggling, weakly, even as she was on the floor. The way they had forced her to the ground was such that they formed a cage around her, every second pressing against her harder and harder until she knew she was being bruised.
Her vision was growing dim--she couldn't breathe--she was trapped--
A final gasp, a final thought, fragmented; never should--chained to people--
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Remember how I said a few weeks ago about how I wanted to write a corrupted Naminé?
Here have a preview:
Xemnas found her first. She had been huddled in a ball in one of the rooms of Castle Oblivion, a building he had decided to investigate to determine if it could be usable for the Organization. He looked at her curiously, wondering how the little girl would react to his presence. She lifted her head and he saw glowing golden eyes, brighter than his or any of the other vessels. He knelt next to her, merely watching her. “Can you speak?”
She blinked. “Naminé. My name.” Then her mouth shut and she stared at him blankly.
He reached over and put a hand on her shoulder, and at once felt hot, burning light straight through his glove. Xemnas retracted his hand as dignified as possible, his mind whirring. She was not a vessel for darkness, but clearly her light was not gentle. “I am Xemnas, Number I of the Organization. Come with me.” It was not a request.
Naminé stared at him, reached over, and poked his forehead with a finger. Xemnas was taken aback by the action, particularly when images flashed through his mind. She was showing him something, he could tell, as every image was about the boy Sora. “You are looking for him.” She nodded. “Come with me. We are looking for him too.” No need to tell her why.
She seemed to think about this. At last she nodded again. “I will come. Make me Number 0.”
His lips curled. “I am the one who decides who gets a number.” He would not be bossed by a little child.
“I am Number 0.” Her smile matched with her blank eyes only unnerved him slightly, or so he told himself. “That is not your choice.”
“You will be Number 0,” he agreed, deciding he wanted to investigate her powers more than he wanted to argue with her. Besides, the number had no meaning. It was nothing.
He stood up and she did as well, following after him through a darkness corridor. He noticed that her light was burning brightly in the darkness, scattering any Heartless or lesser Nobodies away instead of attracting them. It must be because of the nature of the light, he decided as they exited into the Organization’s headquarters.
Saïx was waiting expectantly, although his face became mildly surprised when he saw what Xemnas had brought with him. “Sir?” he inquired, nodding to the small being next to his superior.
The silver-haired man looked down at her. “A curious creature I found in Castle Oblivion. Other than her it was abandoned.”
“I see. So we will discuss it later.”
Xemnas was pleased to note that Saïx knew not to talk about plans in front of anyone else. He nodded. “Please gather everyone. I believe that the other members should meet her.”
Saïx looked at her again. “Is she one of us then?”
“I will explain at the meeting.” Once Saïx was gone he looked down at her. “You see that he and I are wearing these cloaks, correct? You will need one as well.”
“Not black.” She stared up at him blankly. “White.”
“There is a reason they are black,” he told her sternly, a little miffed at her words.
“I know. I will make mine of light.” Before he could say another word she held up her hands and after a moment, a gleaming white cloak appeared. It was not a white version of the Organization’s; instead it was a simple hooded cloth held together by a brooch. She wrapped it around herself and stared at him.
Amazing, he thought. “Come along then. The others need to meet their Number 0.”
She remained silent, but he didn’t think she would answer him anyway. The little girl seemed disinclined to talk. They walked and came to a door. By now everyone should have been inside; it was one of the rare occurrences that no one was on a mission.
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(HELLO MY DEAR FRIEND <3 I’m sick of saying shit about me so I’m going to let Ven talk about himself.)
"Mari is mean to me and has a tendency to make me fall out of the sky onto people. I don’t mind but it hurts."
"I really hate that people don’t take me seriously when it comes to relationships because they think I’m too cute. I guess that’s a trait we share.."
(Tell them!) “I have a crush on someone, but I’m not telling them yet…” (Oh good enough, some people already know who it is. That’s in pfverse, the Garnet thing is separate…)
"Sometimes I have dreams about Sora and Roxas. I think their memories stuck with me. Some of the dreams are terrifying."
"I really miss my best friends. They’re here but we’re so distant now…"
She didn't think they'd follow her here, but they did.
Four children--three teenagers and a small child--ran around in the snow outside, laughing and calling out to one another. The girl stood out quite clearly in the dark green dress she wore, as did the other two teenagers in red and dark blue. The littlest one wore silver, the best indication that he was there being his bright blond hair.
Naminé could see the children yelling, but they must've been shouting names because she still couldn't hear what they were saying. The tallest, the older blond, suddenly grabbed his sister--she was their sister, right?--into a headlock and ruffled her hair. She squirmed, shouting names at him and wriggling her way out of his arms. Once she was free she threw snow at him, starting a snowball fight.
The dark-haired boy, the one Naminé assumed was the eldest, tried to intervene but he only ended up becoming part of it. Their smallest companion ran into the thick of it, darting as fast as he could amongst them. It looked like they were enjoying themselves in the snow, but Naminé wondered if they'd follow her around forever.
After a while the four of them tumbled down into the snow, and she spotted the black-haired boy look up towards her window. He waved, and after a moment the other three joined in. Naminé lifted a hand back to them, pressing it against the windowpane. She couldn't stop the smile from crossing her lips, but it disappeared the moment the door opened and her roommate entered, as her forehead slammed against the window in surprise.
Once she got over the embarrassing moment, she looked back outside to see that they had disappeared.
